Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
cv313,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.